
Jajara would probably ignore it, much to her betrothed's chagrin. If her clammy, sickness-ridden little popoto hands can hold on to a hammer then she can still work, gosh dang it! And no amount of fretting over medicine or sleep or food is going to change that!
Delial would whine and carry on being miserable. She never whines, at least so far as anybody knows. She never whines unless she's too hot for blankets but too cold to not have blankets. She never whines unless she can't actually hibernate the sick away because it's just too much and too unbearable and she'll probably waste away within a few suns.
Delial would whine and carry on being miserable. She never whines, at least so far as anybody knows. She never whines unless she's too hot for blankets but too cold to not have blankets. She never whines unless she can't actually hibernate the sick away because it's just too much and too unbearable and she'll probably waste away within a few suns.